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Updated: June 3, 2025
There was neither moon nor wind to guide them, and even Wabi felt that he was not competent to strike a straight trail in a strange country and a night storm.
Mukoki's voice came strangely from out of the gloom. "No man do that! No man no man " "Hush!" commanded Rod. "Now is our time, boys! Quick, get everything to the creek. He's half a mile out on the plain and we can get away before he comes back. I'd rather risk a few rocks than another one of his golden bullets!" "So had I!" cried Wabi.
And now, more hopelessly than before, she had fallen into the clutches of her enemies, and alone with Woonga was being carried into the far North country, into those vast unexplored regions from which she would probably never return! Rod turned to Wabi, his hands clenched, his eyes blazing. "I can find the trail, Wabi! I can find the trail and we'll follow it to the North Pole if we have to!
When he saw that Rod and Wabi were observing him he quickly came toward them, and Wabigoon, who was quick to notice any change in him, was confident that he had made a discovery of some kind. "What have you found, Muky?" "No so ver' much. Funny tree," grunted the Indian. "Smooth as a fireman's brass pole," added Rod, seeing no significance in Mukoki's words. "Listen!"
So tenaciously had the Indian boy clung to his own weapon that his assailants, after a brief struggle, darted into the dense underbrush, evidently satisfied with the white boy's equipment. "They were of Woonga's people, without a doubt," finished Wabi. "It puzzles me why they didn't kill us. They had half a dozen chances to shoot us, but didn't seem to want to do us any great injury.
Looks pretty yellow, doesn't it? Just as though I was scared to death! So help me, I almost wish my arm was broken!" Mukoki had buried his teeth in a huge chunk of fat rib, but he lowered it with a great chuckling grunt, half of his face smeared with the first results of his feast. "Whole lot sick," he explained. "Be sick some more mighty sick! Maybe vomit lots!" "Waugh!" shrieked Wabi.
It ended in the sharp, quick yelp of a wolf on the trail, and an instant later was taken up by others, until the pack was once more in full cry. Almost simultaneously a figure darted out upon the ice from the edge of the forest. A dozen paces and it paused and turned back toward the black wall of spruce. "Are you coming, Wabi?" A voice answered from the woods. "Yes. Hurry up run!"
"How is that, Muky?" he asked. Mukoki chuckled with unbounded satisfaction. "Ver' fine. No get bad wind never see smoke plenty wood plenty water." Relieved of their burdens, and leaving Wolf tied to the toboggan, the hunters made their way down to the lake. Hardly had they reached its edge when Wabi halted with a startled exclamation and pointed into the forest on the opposite side.
He was suddenly brought back into wakefulness by a sound that startled him to the marrow of his bones, a terrible scream close to his ears. He sat bolt upright, quaking in every limb. For a moment he tried to cry out, but his tongue clove to the roof of his mouth. What had happened? Was it Wabi, or Mukoki?
Again Rod joined in the search. Every rag, every pile of dust, every bit of unrecognizable debris was torn, sifted and scattered. At the end of an hour the three paused, hopelessly baffled, even keenly disappointed for the time. "I guess that's all there is," said Wabi. It was the longest sentence that he had spoken for half an hour. "There is only one thing to do, boys.
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